Dear A,
There once was a thirteen year old girl who felt she had no point in life, as if there was no one or thing she was a purpose for. She tried many things to be something but it never worked or she had gave up easily. Then came her eighth grade year, the year of those who can rule the school like queens and kings. But she had never expected to see that one face that looked pure… that looked so beautiful to be real. It was as if the face would puff away like it never existed, like pixie dust. But it didn't and there it was… there she was. The girl with effortless curly brown hair, pale skin, dark brown eyes filled with no emotion. The girl that changed the thirteen year old girl… Forever. The purposeless girl finally realized she had been staring at her for God knows how long, but she couldn't believe her eyes. It's an angel, she told herself. The girl thought about the angel all through school and in bed that night. Replaying in her mind over and over again the way her tied up curly hair would swing from side to side as she walked, how her eyes sparkled with excitement when she laughed. But one thing the girl did notice… she never showed her teeth when she smiled.
How desperately she wanted to see her smile, and so she did one day during lunch. An old friend came up to her, followed was the angel-looking girl. "Hey Penelope!" The friend was a short dark-skinned girl, "this is A." A… Penelope repeated in her mind, her name may not have matched her beauty but she still took it and fell in love with it. Days passed by, A and the girl got to get to know each other a little but soon the girl was so fascinated about everything A spoke about, that she never wanted to stop learning about the angel, and so she didn't. Then, one day at lunch--the time the girl never could wait for to see A--A carefully laid her head on the girl's shoulder and rested there for what seemed forever. Still to this day, that is P's best part of her life, not because she finally connected with her and felt her warmthness for the first time but because all at once her stress, doubts, depression shattered. It was as if a huge weight lifted off of her shoulders, as if P opened her eyes for the first time from the nightmare she fought to wake up to, as if her heart raced all through her body and ripped out of her chest. Everything was so breathtaking. That was when P's purpose to be alive… began. It was the first day of her life.
To this day and to all the days that Penelope will live throughout, she will thank God for creating the most important, lovely, wildly free, women in the world.
I'll always be the most luckiest girl in the world to live the same time God has created his most greatest thing in the world, you. Thank you for everything Ashley.
All my true and loyal heart for you,
Penelope Campbell